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of gold…e staircase, between his many files and papers — not just the one I lost, but all the old ones, too. It was like I had found a pot of gold. I feel rich in refugee documents. You have no idea. One day, I will go home.
Nada Chehade
Annelise Lords
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I pray that you do. Home is where the heart is.
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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